best believe that needle hurts you, best to see these true colors than follow one of your false virtues. tell you a secret to make you think "why is this crazy stuff we'd never say poetry in ink?" ...tell me you, I'll show you me.

Granted, but your wish is recursive. It continues to get a bit cooler continually as the granting force continually attempts to make a solid value for "a bit" and, eventually, it becomes so cold, you can't stand it and freeze. You're an ice cube now.

best believe that needle hurts you, best to see these true colors than follow one of your false virtues. tell you a secret to make you think "why is this crazy stuff we'd never say poetry in ink?" ...tell me you, I'll show you me.

best believe that needle hurts you, best to see these true colors than follow one of your false virtues. tell you a secret to make you think "why is this crazy stuff we'd never say poetry in ink?" ...tell me you, I'll show you me.

Granted.. but with great power.. yeah.. you know. The line that forms from your door is beyond long. You can no longer keep any phone because the constant ringing drives you mad. No peace. What was a happy existence becomes so distraught with not a shred of calm.. yikes.. it seems you decide it's time to vanish from the public eye and heal not another soul. And that.. heh.. is when one crazy night while fending off those that simply want to use your gift for their own personal gain.. a fangy thing of blue offers you a new kind of gift. a darker sort. One that will take you forever from the daylight and push all these silly humans away. Yes.. you decide to walk the Dark Path.

I wish my dreams.. not the chaotic bundles that sometimes fill my sleeping mind.. but the ones that tease when my thoughts drift.. would all come true.

best believe that needle hurts you, best to see these true colors than follow one of your false virtues. tell you a secret to make you think "why is this crazy stuff we'd never say poetry in ink?" ...tell me you, I'll show you me.

Granted.. but with great power.. yeah.. you know. The line that forms from your door is beyond long. You can no longer keep any phone because the constant ringing drives you mad. No peace. What was a happy existence becomes so distraught with not a shred of calm.. yikes.. it seems you decide it's time to vanish from the public eye and heal not another soul. And that.. heh.. is when one crazy night while fending off those that simply want to use your gift for their own personal gain.. a fangy thing of blue offers you a new kind of gift. a darker sort. One that will take you forever from the daylight and push all these silly humans away. Yes.. you decide to walk the Dark Path.

Alas, I am late, yet I can't help but deviate from the pattern of the board a bit to respond. I felt I had to express my eternal delight *snickers* at such a kind-hearted intention of mine that had gone downhill far too quickly being salvaged by the oh-so-obviously good intentions and offerings of this fangy thing of blue.

best believe that needle hurts you, best to see these true colors than follow one of your false virtues. tell you a secret to make you think "why is this crazy stuff we'd never say poetry in ink?" ...tell me you, I'll show you me.